Soul Mate

by Aliensatyr

Magnus Bane has lived 800 years and has been with many different lovers, but his feelings for Alec are stronger then they have been for anyone else. He has never truly believed in the term soul mates because everyone he has ever loved has died. Yet recently he has come to find himself rethinking his lack of belief.

1. prologue

October 19, 1877

The frigid October wind swept through the streets. They were empty, all of the occupants having retired to bed at this time of night. The lights in the lampposts flickered causing the shadows to move and sway. The bell in the center of the town rang twelve times marking the peak of the night. Grimy dirt smudged homeless citizens sat curled up next to lampposts and in alleys, some awake some asleep. But they weren't the only ones out at this ungodly hour.

In the center of the street, a dark figure walked swiftly and silently. He wore a black top hat with a small red feather peeking out the top, and an ankle long trench coat with gold buttons adorning the cuffs.

Suddenly a sound broke through the silent night. A horse's whinny and the sound of rolling wheels signaled the passing of a carriage. It rolled quickly down the stone streets headed directly at the walking figure. A collision was imminent. Just before the carriage hit, the man lifted up his hand. The horses jumped and whinnied as if they had seen something terrifying, which caused them to veer off coarse. The carriage lurched and then curved around the man who hadn't even broken a stride.

The homeless men looked up from there trash digging at the commotion. The carriage driver had managed to pull over and calm the horses. He looked around to see what could have spooked them so bad, but all he saw was an empty street. In fact that's all anyone saw. No one noticed the man in the faded black trench coat walking down the street. The homeless men went back to their trash digging as if nothing was out of the ordinary. The carriage driver jumped off his seat and walked to the carriage to reassure its occupants that everything was all right. Then he climbed back up struck the horses, and headed back on his way. The invisible man in the trench coat continued walking.

He reached the end off the street, and stepped up to an apartment door. He pulled out a key unlocked it and walked inside, his yellowish green eyes slit like a cats gleaming off the glass in the window.